MasterStAndrew

Here is a poem I wrote called Fade to Black. All rights to MasterStAndrew 2002. I hope you enjoy it.

Fade to Black

I remember meeting that fateful day,
You chose to cast a glance my way,
We spoke of dreams and desires,
That burn brightly in our hearts afire.

Minutes turned to hours,
Hours turned to days,
So much alike,
In so many ways.

One day the time,
did we greet,
We chose reality,
Was time to meet.

I remember that day,
The morning sun,
We met half way,
This would be fun. 
I recall my smile,
upon seeing your face,
It was time,
You remember the place?

We sat,we spoke,
we built a bond,
We knew right then,
this would go on.

So forward we pushed,
in time and space,
It was our destiny,
It was our place.

Several times,
did we meet,
To seal this trust,
Now so complete. 

We pushed forward,
this was so real,
The time was now,
Our fates were sealed.

We have come so far,
from the first passing glance,
I led you forward,
Its time for the dance.

The room was dim,
The candles were lit,
If there is a reality,
This surely was it.

The bonds of trust,
now securely in place,
I could see a calm,
crossing your face.

I selected the blindfold,
and put it in place,
Both our hearts
how they did race.

A blizzard of emotions,
They began to swirl,
I lean in to whisper,
"Do you trust me girl?"

I felt you shiver,
as I stroked your head,
"Yes Sir"
was all that you said.

I almost felt sorry,
I could smell your fears,
Behind that blindfold,
I was sure there were tears.

I had been in this place, time and again,
This was no game, But we both would win.
I selected the tool,
Let the dance begin.

Slowly I start,
The leather it falls
The echos it makes,
Do not pass the walls.

You tence and relax and crys do refrain,
Throaty moans, and whimpers,
You call out my name.

Your skin now glowing as if giving off light,
You dance for me slowly you have earned the right,
I gaze at your wonder,
A beautiful sight.

Its time to step up my pet,
The whip it will sing,
Oh how you have grown,
Adoring its bite and its sting.

Every inch of you seems to burn like fire,
I am merciless, fulfilling desire.
You arch and lean all muscles do strain,
Your bonds,they hold you fast to the chain.

Sensations you feel that rush through your brain,
What a feeling this thing they call pain,
Your worrys, and cares my strokes to drain,
I hang up my whip and reach for my cane.

There you teeter,
the chains have no slack,
You ride the edge,
of a Fade to Black.

Where are you now my pet,
as you begin to fall,
The cane strikes out,
you answer its call. 
Again and again and again it falls,
No mistaking its crack,
Then a few final blows,
On your thighs and your back.

I see you slump,
your bonds holding fast,
My gift to you over,
Done with and past.

I hang up my cane,
and return to my flower,
Time has no meaning now,
Minutes to hours. 

You are not with me now,
In your Fade to Black,
I am not concerned though,
I know you`ll be back. 

Take flight my love,
My delicate flower,
This is your time,
I give you the power.

So many questions for you,
when you get back,
Like where do you go,
when you Fade to Black?

You tell me its like nothingness,
Not a thing you can do,
Sometimes you hear me,
And sometimes its Blue!

I cover your body,
the blanket is warm,
I hold you against me,
like the end of the storm.

I watch as you fly,
My focus on your eyes,
My fingers tracing,
the welts on your thighs.

You soon return,
to my time and my place,
your eyes are now open
I brush hair from your face.

I gently kiss you,
all over your face,
Welcome back my love,
from your magical place.

Some people say,
this is brutal and tragic,
To us its a dance,
The cane and its magic.

The dungeon falls quiet,
But it knows we will be back,
For soon she will need,
another Fade to Black.

MasterStAndrew

~She that dare not grasp the Thorn should never crave the Rose.-Anne Bronte~